About the “Cure”

During the first round of cancer I told one of my doctors, “I don’t really think I got cancer due to a lack of chemo in my body. Isn’t there another way?”

During the second round of cancer (after going through grueling chemo, radiation and surgeries) I told one of my doctors that I was tired of being offered only three medically approved options: surgery, radiation and chemo. The doctor expressed hope that there may be something new to offer patients like me in, say, two years, if the second treatment got me through that long. They are very careful to not to promise a “cure”.

“Look, I don’t mean to be disrespectful,” I hedged. “But I am not afraid of dying. I know where I’m going after this life. It is the suffering from “treatment” that I dread.”

So here’s the thing. We are all going to die. Do you know any person who has not? Or who has escaped death’s grip and risen again, alive? There is One, you know. But He was perfect. God’s Son. Jesus Christ. Sent on a mission that He knew would end in disaster from a human perspective. But it was a stroke of genius… and holy sacrificial love… that would redeem us (me, you, all mankind) from the disaster of sin. He went through the undeserved treatment to secure our cure from sin and eternal separation from God. It is up to us to choose to accept the gift offered through Jesus.

This “cure” from sin, friend, is the only one that really, truly matters, and that offers any lasting guarantee.

I pray that anyone reading this, particularly cancer patients, will use this awful challenge, this diagnosis of dread, to turn your eyes to the One who created you, loves you, died for you, and is preparing a place for those who love Him. Along the way cancer will no longer hang over your head like a wrecking ball ready to demolish your dreams. Cancer will become a minor note while you count your major blessings.